Springing forth,
you’re restless and mighty.
Hanging your heads like street lamps
doesn’t disguise your strength.
Endeavor to mask,
fake vulnerability
as you please.
I
See
You
Bursting from underneath
frozen ground
with no refuge.
You embrace
Winter’s frosty fingers
and rise up,
a champion for Spring.
Your tithe
spent in shivering
in the undeniable cruel in-between,
co-parenting of Winter and Spring.
You align yourselves
as street lamps do.
You stand statuesque and brilliant,
surrounded by puddles and snow .
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